Well, you pretty much know the ending… No point in just leaving this hanging about, right?
On with the show!

But there's a secret in your laughter/A happily ever after/When you say go, go, stop, no, go/And now you know that…/We are the music makers, the lovers and the breeders/And we are the new risk takers/The narcissistic feeders/Well, we kiss like painted tigers/But we bleed like no one else/'Cause we are the music makers/Consumed with just ourselves…
–Scarling, We Are The Music Makers

Fifth year
May 19th

'For the fiftieth time, Pete, it's two Cs and one S!'

'It's not! I'm positive it's one C and two Ss, Prongs.'

'It's not.'


'Is not.'


This (thoroughly unnecessary) argument between the two boys (coincidentally over the correct spelling of necessary) continued in much the same way as they made their way up to the common room.

'Is not.'


'Um… Oh, ubi bene, ibi patria. Is not.'


Inside the common room, both stopped short, eyes trained on the overgrown armchair across the room. More specifically, the armchair currently occupied by both Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, so closely entwined it was impossible to tell whose limbs were whose. Peter, looking as if he'd been hit violently over the head with a frying pan, made a strange, choking noise. James, not looking away, extended a hand triumphantly.

'Pay up, Pete.'

At the sound of James' voice, Sirius' and Remus' heads jerked up in perfect unison. Peter opened his mouth to tell them it was fine; that he and James were overjoyed that they'd finally got together, that they'd been expecting it to happen some time, that they had absolutely no problem with it at all…

He shut his mouth again. Something, he'd realised was not quite right. The faces of his two friends were definitely not those of two worried people hoping for acceptance. In fact, they looked almost…


Hell, screw almost angry – that was some serious gut-tingling, bone-melting fury.

Peter Pettigrew put two and two together.

'James,' he said out of the side of his mouth, swallowing nervously and not quite daring to look away. 'D'you think they know what we did? With the memory charms?'

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were now out of the armchair, rolling up their sleeves, producing wands and advancing on the other two marauders, in a way that meant large amounts of pain were imminent for someone in the immediate vicinity.

'Um… You know, Pete, I'm gonna go for yes.'

'You thinking what I'm thinking?'

'Yes – run!'


Anyways, I'd like to thank all of my gorgey reviewers for… um, reviewing. I KNOW I've already said this, but I'm saying it again, so hard cheese.

I'm DEFINITELY going to be writing Remus/Sirius again. I love them too much…

Password courtesy of the – it means something like, where you are happy, there is your homeland.

Don't knock it. That website has saved me COUNTLESS hours on Latin homework.

Anyway… I hope you all enjoyed it :)